George

Oh uuh, sure, why not. (the blind man hangs on to George's arm) Hey, that's the guy.

Man

What guy?

George

The guy that stole my glasses. This time I got 'em! (George follows the man onto the street, dragging the blind man with him) Would you pick it up a little?

Man

Where the hell are we going?

George

He's getting on a bus, damn! (To the blind man:) Those are nice glasses.